#altmer are YELLOW

[leemarkies]

every time a skyrim modder gives a dunmer npc pale skin, normal eyes, and a smooth rounded face an angel dies

[ritmund-jpg]

• graphic stuff from small sketchbook •

[dirty-bosmer]

Arquen, murder wife who can do no wrong bc why be an assassin if you can't be sexy about it?

[ridreamir]

Nebarra isekai AU where he comes to our world and someone asks him if his ears are real (if he's not wearing a full suit of armor) and he's like ??? Have you idiots really never seen a mer before?? Otherwise yes everyone thinks it's like method acting and cosplay. "Why?? Are yours not? That explains why I feel as though I'm talking to a stone wall." (In response to being asked if his ears are real.) Also him being angry that these people are not worshipping at your feet because even though he hates the humans who consider you the reincarnation of their god the level of disrespect these people show to you (because you're a nobody to them) is truly astounding. Him preaching at people like "Hellooooo, your mortal savior in the flesh walks amongst you, shouldn't you be prostrating yourselves before us at this very second? Worshipping the very ground they walk on? No? Is everyone in this gods-forsaken land stupid???" Your coworkers/classmates/whoever thinking you paid an actor to do this and it's all very embarrassing and quite frankly very weird. I can just imagine him driving his sword into pure concrete like "what's happening are these people holding you captive" and people suddenly being very scared now that he's revealed it's not a prop... And remember he's only still alive because *you* saved him but in our modern day we don't do the whole life debt thing. So you have an 'alien' sworn knight sort of situation going on and all the sudden magic is real and all sorts of mindbreaking nonsense is happening. Even better if you're in the middle of going about your day and he steps though a very real portal and you're just like ?!?!?!?! Turns out the events of the Elderscrolls did happen in a past life and time isn't linear and what not and this is technically before AND after the events that happened in Skyrim and all sorts of kalpa dragon mumbo jumbo but basically this is what you were before you were the Dragonborn and it all makes sense now why you had no sense of who you were before Helgen. (Maybe you did and you just couldn't talk about your life in this shit world.) I might have to write a part two about technology and society and all that through the eyes of Nebarra :3

[falmerbrook]

Regarding ayleid specifically, their skin is darker than that of altmers and their eyes are more consistently lighter, almost always with blue tint. Yeah, they still look like a generic elf, but their appearance is clearly separated from that of altmers

(slapping the other ask on this one since they're related)

Yeah I like that there's something visually different about the Ayleid's from the Altmer/Aldmer (and by eso design standards, skin tone is about as far as they can significantly go). It's mostly based on how Dynar looks, but I also like to imagine they are more square and boxy-er looking than the Aldmer/Altmer (less like your stereotypically tall and graceful fantasy elves) to set them apart.

And I agree I like the yellow Dunmer lol. I mentioned it briefly when I did the ear headcanon thing, but I pretty much picture Chimer as a mix of Dunmer and Altmer characteristics, so it works for me!

Speaking of, when I did the ear headcanon thing I also did this skin tone thing for my own reference as a sort of mapping of general trends. Might as well post them while we're here

[loremaster-lavellan]

Huevember Color 3 - Yellow

Telirionamion Charmathius (Daisy) - The Elder Scrolls

It was a bad choice, learning necromancy, to everyone else. But giving in to fear of death, of dying, has more dire, more harmful consequences than permitting oneself a single, questionable choice at the start. And besides, in a place as saturated with magic as Summerset, who would notice?

Daisy studied death, and in doing so allayed his fear of dying and avoided the choices he might have made had he let it run rampant. He did it in secret, in the basement, and bound to a strict set of rules and moral guidelines. No harm would come to the living; in fact, it would save a life - his son's.

[kinghlaaluhelseth]

i kept meaning to post my ideas on natavi's new backstory on here

-he is an orphan, his mother was an ashlander wise woman of the erabenimsum tribe, and a descendant of alandro sul, his father was an altmer scholar studying their culture who fell in love with her

-his altmer relatives disapprove of the relationship because of their heavy prejudice

-when they find out he had a child with an ashlander, it sets them off. they have both of natavi's parents assassinated, he's sent to an orphanage as an infant.

-eventually runs off as a teenager, is taken in by an argonian mage of house telvanni who also had his own daughter, natavi sees them both as his family and is very close to them

-im still keeping his poison immunity but from a different cause, he basically practiced mithridatism to see if he could pull it off and be like his dad and sister who are immune to poison as argonians. pretty much only the most vile of poisons can have any sort of effect on him. magical poison does nothing. this makes it ironic when his grandson is born under the sign of the serpent and becomes a skilled poisoner.

-when natavi is imprisoned it's from directly defying imperial lawmen. the emperor knows what he is and his destiny from his Old Bitch Visions and decides to be an asshole and muscle this half ashlander guy into cooperating with the empire to try and make the nerevarine prophecies benefit the empire. he didn't consider the fact that natavi would kill all of the blades agents he's found after caius was of no use to him. and that he'd become archmagister of house telvanni.

-massive fucking whiplash finding out his true heritage and daedric nature. oh so that's why he sometimes gets visions of the future. fuck.

-he is not literally nerevar incarnate, he's simply taking up his mantle of godkiller, he is able to wear moon-and-star through his bloodline. exacting revenge on dagoth ur and the tribunal is his birthright.

-this dude can fit so much magic in him

[enlichened]

does anyone know where ppl are getting refs/appearance description for nerevar GNSDLHSD

[lillxart]

Merry Christmas! >w< >:3 A pictures of Snow White and the family!

;w; This was so much more to do than I thought it would be hahaha.

I do have a second Christmas picture planned where the kids are all grown up but my wrists feel like lead. So, even though I'm not going to be able to finish it until after new year's this is my blog and I can do what I want ;w;

But have a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Read further down for some fun little brain blurbos about me drawing this picture!

I'm so salty I had to cover up Taliesin's amazing outfit, so in the second picture I'm planning on him being more in view so you can see his clothes.

2. You'll notice that most eyes are on Mandragora in the image, because Mandragora is the more chaotic child of the family. Wanting to stand on Nebarra's back for the picture was a last minute thing, which is why most are looking at him.

3. The only two people looking towards the 'camera' are Taliesin and Aidewynn. This is because Aidewynn is a very comely and quiet child. He was told to look at the camera for the picture, so he simply does so without getting distracted, understanding this is a family photo. Taliesin is looking at the camera because its a family photo as well, but also because he wants the moment to be captured, the joy he's feeling at having such a big group of people love him.

4. This idea of Taliesin's happiness and love for his family is continued when he puts his hands on Mandragora's cheek, holding it lovingly as a statement that he views Mandragora just as much as his own son as he views his own daughter Nereid. He's also holding Nereid's hand because he just wants to touch her he's so happy. >w< like, "LOOK AT THIS, THIS IS MY CHILD!!"

5. For a while I've been drawing Nebarra with white sclera even though that's non-existent in pureblood Altmer biology as far as I know. But it occured to me that Aidenwynn has his father's eyes so I finally had to start giving Nebarra yellow eyes bc it would look weird for Aidewynn to have yellow eyes and Nebarra not to.

6. Finally got all the marriage earrings on display! As well as Tali's and Nebarra's wedding rings! Well, minus Snow White/Lorkir, but she never wore the marital earrings, the men did that as a sort of collective joke.

7. I literally had no idea what to put Nereid in. I sort of just figured it out as I went along.

8. I always end up getting so self concious about when I draw Snow's tits. Because I draw them, and then I worry they're too small. So I make them bigger. This is probably why her breast size has been sliiiiightly varied (not that I think anyone notices lol XD). I'm not trying to make her breasts like...disproportionately large, but they have to be big enough to where I find it funny.

9. Nebarra wasn't planning on grabbing Snow's leg but he ended up needing to for balance and he decided 'screw it my hand is already here' and he moved it up to her thigh to see if he could get a reaction out of her and she's gonna kill him for it later.

10. BUT Snow White's not that innocent either because the arm that you can't see is behind Teldryn Sero grabbing his ass.

11. Aidewynn is half hagraven which is why his eyes look like that. He doesn't learn to cast an illusion spell to cover up his eyes until he's about 15.

12. Aidewynn is about 6 years old in this pic, he didn't stop sucking his thumb until he was 7.

13. It irritates me on a personal level that I can't show more of Nebarra's war scars, as they are unfortunately covered up by clothing. Many people have different interpretations of Nebarra, and how I show off MY interpretation of him are the scars he wears.

14. Mandragora has blue eyes because Snow White's eye color is still blue, even AFTER she becomes a God, its just she's so powerful her power shines through her eyes which is why you can't see her natural born eye color. However, in terms of appearance that's the only trait Mandragora has from his mom. That and the highest concentration of dragon blood.

15. Nereid's eyes also have this 'power' effect since she has the strongest magic in the family. Hence why you also can't see her natural born eye color, which is actually NEBARRA'S eye color, greyish-blue. (giving birth to children in a fake mortal body you grew in a test tube is not an exact science).

16. I swear I just forgot how to draw braids.

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

it's wednesday again!!!! i woke up weirdly early today lmao, and i've been editing all day.

tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter ! <3

tagging the fantastic @skyrim-forever @umbracirrus @archangelsunited @saltymaplesyrup @orfeoarte

@oblivions-dawn @vivifriend @kookaburra1701 @changelingsandothernonsense @dirty-bosmer and anyone else who wishes to join in this week!! <3

this week, i bring a long (1.6k word) section of Chapter 42 of Cycle of the Serpent. the trio are on their way to Wolfskull Cave, and who knows what they'll find there… fun fact, this chapter (as of rough edits, not completed) is 11.5k words, my longest for the fic yet.

Clouds bowed over the distant horizon. The Sea of Ghosts had the peculiar honor of being a divide between Haafingar and Morthal, swamp and rocky shores, the flow of the saltwater carried into an estuary and the Karth River not too far from the Dragon Bridge lumber mill. Athenath thought of his father. He'd been a lumber worker when their mother had met him, and continued the line of work even when it took him away from the city of Anvil proper for days on end. He would come home, and sleep, and work, the post-Great War economy a wobbling, flightless thing, especially for the family of Mer. The map laid out the names of towns in dark ink, marked with the routes the trio had traced, spindly along the pre-illustrated paths. The road, which the trio had become familiar with and moreso by every trip out of the city, bore them west. The sun straggled through the mountains that crowded up one side of the way, laced through the limbs of the trees which bit down on a thick wind off the beach. Athenath pulled their knapsack tighter as his curls whipped at his cheek, scrunching their face as more tickled the back of his neck. The armor's stitching, courtesy of Emeros, held up well, and kept them warm. The leather held off the sun's burn and cold breeze, but in the summer-end heat, did its job a little too well in staving off the chill of the wind. Autumn was near its beginnings, however, and they could glean the slightest gold on the edges of the leaves. Hearthfire was near its end, as was the summer. Soon, the green grasses would grow brittle and flax-yellow, and the trees would be bare, aside from the evergreens and conifers that pinned the horizon together. Soon, maybe, this would all be over.

The inside-of-outside-of sensation which made the potent mixture of his distrust and revulsion had only grown in strength since the day before, as if it was coming to a grand crescendo. It snuck up on the Altmer, a spider on the shoulder or a whisper in the dark. He looked to Emeros and it coiled like an adder. He looked to Wyndrelis and it growled in warning like a dog. He looked to the sky and thought of the things the others had done to keep them alive, what they'd all done to keep one another alive, and it grew until it choked on its own ends, and suffocated under the weight of the reminders. The nights together in laughter or in silence, however few there were, still burnt brighter than what unseen hands tried to extinguish them. The cave was not far from the town of Dragon Bridge, past the farm where the chickens' clucking took up the air, along with the slightly sour, earthy-wet stench of livestock. The odor hung as the trio passed by, waving to the woman working to harvest what her garden had given her before it all went to ruin. The passing look of the idyllic spot before the sea, close to a town but just out of the way, brought back a gnawing of want for Riverwood. It was the first scant amount of peace that Athenath had experienced in this land, and the tall pines and looming mountains were a longing he couldn't put out of mind. Sure, there had been battle in the barrow and a hunt for a strange wolf and the skinning of it which left them nauseated and pale, but it was, in the hue of nostalgia, a fond memory. The time before the trek to Whiterun and the battle at the watchtower, the time before the Dragonborn. He did not want to know what it meant to carry that title. It wasn't theirs to take, they thought as they continued their leisurely pace in the middle of the other two, Emeros at the back, as though keeping watch for some invisible force, the Altmer's nerves on edge at the sight. Wyndrelis stepped in a slow stride, having spent early morning examining soul gems, most empty. He'd said something to himself about needing an enchantment table, and had scrutinized his mace while saying so, but all else had been nothing to the Altmer, who knew only the barest amount about magic. It was all around them, and for a high elf, knowing little magic was a shame, their ability with it ceasing at the fickle flame that they sometimes had luck in making with their fingers. But he'd had their excuses - raised in the Imperial province, in the time just after a war with elves, magic was a distrustful beast which skulked all around the air and deep into the earth. In the wake of such a war, Wyndrelis had not been daunted. He'd reached into the fabric of the world around them, took hold of the magic, and knit it into himself to make it his own.

And so had the wizards, stalking shadows of a cave hidden from the city and towns and farms, out of the way of all, and taking down ten men in one blow. Athenath swallowed dryly. The image of the cart full of stinking bodies wouldn't leave them, no matter how many times they scrubbed at their eyes with his curled fists and summoned spots to their vision. It was a mark in their mind like a long, broken scar. It took the story of the cave from tale to tangible. It made it real. And Athenath had, somewhere deep down, hoped it was merely myth. "We'll be heading up Mount Kilkreath," Emeros announced from his position at the rear, map clutched in his gauntlet-clad fingers. His gear made thin noises, cloth wrapping around the bottles inside his knapsack. Without his old experiments, he'd made more place for useful potions, and had been quick to purchase ingredients for healing and disease-cures, apparently spending the prior day after Athenath had stormed off in Angeline's Aromatics and working at the alchemy station and asking questions about the flora of Haafingar, where to find certain things, what she recommended for potency in the region, putting the hurried mixtures together. They would not be nearly as effective without time. Emeros had lamented the fact that morning while tucking them into his bag, sharpening his words until the warning was clear: that he would not be of much use if the other two became injured.

"That's not too far," Athenath remarked with a shrug and a small, apprehensive pause, "so Wolfskull Cave is close, then?" "It's practically across the road, we must have missed it by a mile or two the last time we were in the area." Wyndrelis grunted a small noise, as though this were his reply. As though he, too, were not at peace with the arrangement. They could have waited, or not gone to the cave at all. Captain Aldis was the authority in matters like this, but he was going to wait a whole two days to gather the people for the job. This was two days that none of the trio thought the city had. There was an electric quality to the air, like that shiver down the neck before a fearful wailing, that held the clouds at bay and kicked the roots up that grounded the trio's patience. The stench of rotten fruit and musty, humid chambers, the ache of the sleepless nights and the hum of a mood that wasn't theirs. The choice had fallen to the wayside long ago. "So, when we get there, what do we even do?" Athenath's question stuck in the air like a pin in a gown, the other two pausing, strides coming to a slow stop. The trio looked between one another, haggard eyes meeting haggard eyes. Emeros tightened a hand on the strap of his quiver slung over his waist, his bow in firm place on his back. "I'll take anything that's at a distance. I would recommend, however, we keep our heads down. We're merely here to investigate. Should we not see the need for combat, then we shouldn't make it necessary." Wyndrelis curled his lip. "Corpulus said something of wizards, correct?" A beat passed. A nod from the other two. "I don't expect this to be peaceful. I'll try to ward off spells, but you two will have to do the fighting, in that case." The warmth of Dawnbreaker collected in Athenath's awareness. The sword would serve them well if they went up against the undead, but weren't swords only as good as the swordsman? Their palms went clammy at the thought. They were not exactly a skilled swordsman, or fighter of any capacity. They preferred to hide in the shadows and dodge the light, to keep their footsteps quiet and to leave no trace of himself, not to fight up against anyone or anything.

Athenath tied their hair back with the scarlet ribbon in their pocket. He tightened it a handful of times to make sure it would hold, and drew in a long, tense breath. Their hair always had a habit of getting in his face at the wrong time. They wouldn't risk their own body betraying him in a moment of needed focus. "It's just up the way," Emeros looked to the figure of Meridia, the statue which grew closer with each step, "let's mind our surroundings and try to be quiet from this point onwards." The other two didn't reply, as though the idea had been taken to heart in the fullest extremes.

[liches-covered-in-lich]

I should be posting art on tumblr eh?

Well! I’ve just had to draw one of my ocs in a ball gown becayse I-She deserves it. Good thing altmer are yellow, makes it perfect for bright color schemes <3

You’re welcome, lesbians

Shout out to @mellowscrolls for helping with the initial dress design!

Like my work? Check out my kofi!

[ritmund-jpg]

clearly his meme

[chronic-silliness]

Wip of a fic I thought of

 The sun had begun to rise, shining through the trees. Birds started to chirp and sing in the early morning light. The local fauna woke and grazed in the forest. The path along the woods had specks and spots of sunlight decorating it. Hoofprints trailed in the sun-kissed dirt. A pitch black steed, a sharp contrast to the golden light around it, and a lone Altmer. He slowed the horse’s trot. Eyeing towards the now-lit path, he lifted on his hood and continued to follow the path.

“Take us home girl.” He patted the black steed and flicked the reins. Picking up from a trot to a gallop, the two sped through the woods. One pale, yellow hand stayed on his cloak to hold down his hood. Shadowmere was a damn fast horse, and a good one at that.

Constructive criticism is appreciated! Just don't be rude with it lol

[tes-trash-blog]

Hi, I was wondering for a while and decided to ask the expert: How do you think Auri-El worship and understanding of him differed between Altmer, Falmer and Ayleids? What little surviving imagery of Falmer's version of him doesn't seem to have any bird imagery unlike the other two races, instead depicting him as a full elf, so I'm wondering what your take on it is.

Excellent question anon! So excellent I spent a few days mulling it over, looking through notes, and even made a few headcanons along the way. The main points are in bold:

The only Falmeric depictions of Auri-El in the canon are in Skyrim and, to an extent, ESO. The Skyrim depiction is the Elven statue with the vaguely dragonbone-looking robes, whereas the Font of Auri-El has this lovely codex:

[I/D: A yellowed piece of paper headlined with "Ugron gro-Thumog", an Antiquarian in Solitude, reads: "Auri-El, by the looks of it. Seems a little abstract, honestly. Elves make a point of including Elven likenesses in their shrines to reinforce their familiar connections to the Divines. This probably rested near a statue of the Chief Divine himself."]

The font in ESO is a giant wayshrine-like structure with the symbol of Auri-El, a sun with eight curved flares, glowing gently in the center. This symbol is also seen in Skyrim, atop the wayshrines along the Chantry.

Notably, there are no statues of Auri-El, Elvish or otherwise, near these wayshrines in the Chantry. Which is the place made specifically for Auri-El worship. It's entirely possible that the sun was the default, with animal aspects taking on a more specific or diplomatic connotation; I can see the Falmer using the Eagle or even the Dragon to explain their faith to Atmorans.

My headcanon is that Elvish depictions of the Divines were based on the current Prince of that Divine. The Elf you see in the Chantry is, in my interpretation, a depiction of the Snow Prince who reigned when the Chantry was being built. Given that he's bald, it's possible that he was newly anointed as Prince.

Building on the previous bullet point, one of my longest held headcanons about the Falmer is that they were the most spiritual of the Elvish races, which is reflected in their iconography. Instead of conflating their visage with actual gods, they opted for abstractions and symbols as the gods simply do not take a mortal form. A mortal form is made from material, and that means material wants and material burdens; they shed all that! That's how they ascended in the first place!

Some exceptions exist. The Demigod Mara sacrificed her divinity to remain on Nirn, and so she was often depicted as either a mortal or a wolf.

This... differs quite a bit from the Altermic and Ayeild depictions of Auri-El, with the Altmer leaning heavily towards "Elven DILF" and the Ayleids using both Elven and animal aspects, sometimes at the same time.

The Ayeildoon statue of Auri-El is at Garlas Malatar, which is notably where Meridian champion Umaril the Unfeathered made his lair. I may or may not have extensive headcanons on the implications.

The Auri-El statue in the Forgotten Vale and the one in Alinor's Temple of the Divines look eerily alike. I am chalking this up to asset recycling.

[cruisingheightswithdragons]

“You know, I do know who you are.” Taliesin spoke softly as he swirled his goblet of wine, staring intently at his khajiit companion.

Dah’ni looked up from their own mug of mead. A spark of panic flashed in their eyes for a brief moment. Where had this come from? “What does this one mean?”

Setting the goblet still on the table the twosome shared, the Altmer turned to face Dah’ni. “Not using an alias and giving me your real name wasn’t the smartest thing you could have done when we first met.”

Dah’ni did not like where this was going.

Taliesin continued. “You’re the youngest of five to a pair of farmers near Rimmen. You publicly rejected the Thalmor’s claims of recovering the moons and ending the Void Nights, resulting in you being detained.”

The fur on Dah’ni’s tail began to bristle. They looked around the busy tavern, but the twosome’s conversation was drowned out by rowdy chatter and the sounds of drums.

Yet Taliesin continued. “You roused other detainees into a revolt… an incident resulting in the death of three Thalmor agents, and the execution of those that revolted. And then, just as the dust had settled, you disappeared, never to be seen again…”

“You speak dangerously, elf.” Dah’ni hissed. Their lips curled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth stained yellow from bread and mead. The tip of their fluffed up tail twitched irritably while the grip on their tankard tightened.

Taliesin raised a brow, clearly not taking this threat display seriously. “You don’t deny it, then?” He took another sip of wine, annoyingly nonchalant.

“Why say this to khajiit now, hmm?”

Dabbing his lips with a cloth, Taliesin narrowed his eyes and leaned back into his chair. He raised his goblet and smiled. “You should try the wine.”

Dah’ni growled. “Do not change the subject!” They rose from their seat and leaned over the table, palms planted firmly on the wood. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Really good wine…” Taliesin was about to take another sip when Dah’ni lunged forward and grabbed the collar of his robes, pulling him forward and causing him to drop his drink. The goblet clattered and splashed wine onto the floor.

“You know who I am, and what I did, congratulations,” They began, “but you have neglected to mention this to khajiit until now? Let alone at all?” A growl escaped their throat. “Tell me, Thalmor, what makes you think I won’t sink my claws into your throat? I could erase this lead you slimy bastards have with the stroke of a finger!”

The Altmer simply glared his yellow and green eyes into Dah’ni. “I know you won’t, though.” His mouth curved into a teasing sneer.

Dah’ni huffed. They had just about had it with this mer. “What makes you so certain?”

“You liiiiiike meeeee~”

A fire burned in Dah’ni’s chest and warmed their face. A sharp retort was caught in their throat and wouldn’t come out. The khajiit relaxed their grip and finally lifted their hand from Taliesin, simply too stunned to speak.

The Altmer in turn sat back down, reaching to pick up his fallen cup and setting it back on the table. “If you had just let me say my piece, I would have.”

Words finally made it out of Dah’ni’s mouth as they sat back down. “Then speak.”

Taliesin cleared his throat. “Before I begin, you must remember I’m not part of the Thalmor anymore,” He said, “Regardless, you saved my life when we met. Whether it was out of the goodness of your heart or you wanted to get something out of me doesn’t matter now.”

Dah’ni’s ears perked up. He was a smart mer, they figured. It didn’t come as a surprise that he realized he was being held captive at first. It took time, but Taliesin had been relieved of being a potential bargaining chip to secure Dah’ni’s own safety by now, having now become a genuine companion. Still, Dah’ni’s mind raced with feelings they weren’t quite ready to take on yet.

His voice snapped Dah’ni back to the present as Taliesin went on. “I know who you are, what you have done, and what you’re capable of, yes. I just wanted to you to know I haven’t said a word about you to anyone, and I intend to keep it that way. Believe it or not, your identity is safe with me.”

Dah’ni forced themself to relax, the fur on their tail finally lying flat. “How can khajiit be so certain you are telling the truth?”

Taliesin lowered his gaze, his eyes resting on his hands clasped together around the empty goblet. “Simply put, I value your company.” His voice was barely audible over the chatter and music playing around them. “…rather enjoy it, really…”

Dah’ni blinked. Embarrassed to admit it to themself, they realized that they, too enjoyed his companionship. Taliesin was a valuable asset in travel and combat, and became someone the Khajiit could rely on. In spite of having been with the Thalmor in the past, his presence was warm and welcoming. Taliesin’s teasing from earlier wasn’t that far from the truth. Dah’ni truly did like him.

“Hmph,” Dah’ni huffed, trying to shake away their blooming thoughts, “Khajiit will take your word for it.”

Taliesin glanced up and smiled warmly, which brought back the fire within the khajiit’s chest. The Altmer leaned forward. “With that out of the way,” He said, “why not buy me a new drink? It was your fault for making me drop my wine, kitten.”

Immediately, the fire inside them was extinguished as Dah’ni’s face dropped. Claws unsheathed, they laid a loud smack to Taliesin’s annoyingly smug face.

[nirnrootaddict]

august 12th ~ free day @tes-summer-fest OKAY THIS IS VERY LATE but heres my last submission for tes fest!! this has been an amazing little time to practice my art skills ^_^ heres a drawing of my khajiit girl annoying ancano!!! [Image: a khajiit girl in blue and yellow robes and an altmer man in black and gold robes sitting at a table in a tavern. the khajiit is eating a sweetroll and the altmer has an annoyed look on his face while holding his cup.]